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I sit and nervously play with my cup. I mean I got myself into this situation, now I need to get myself out. I can feel his eyes burning through me, but I can't escape from him. He's the one that escaped from me, I'm not going to be like him. I'd do everything opposite of him. I have a good life, I have a man who loves me and a son. Why did he need to show up? I would be much happier if he hadn't ever come back. I run my hands through my hair. I pull on the ends, I would like to pull it all out at this point.
"Abby."
His voice sounds authoritative, almost scary. He shoots me back into reality. He sighs gently, the look of anger and annoyance permanently etched on his face. He fidgets with his watch, probably worth more money than I will ever make in my life. He's changed. I don't think he'll really care anymore. He's probably got a wife and kids somewhere, there's a ring on his finger. I take a deep breath, I have no clue how this going to come out. This is probably the weirdest conversation I've ever had. How do I tell him? How do I break the news to the others? To Donnie? To Carter? To Tayte?
"My son... He's grown up knowing Donnie as his father, and for all I know, Donnie is his father."
He leans back, obviously made angrier by the recent turn of events. I can't tell him. I can get around this, right? I mean a white lie never hurt anyone. I've told him the truth, Donnie is my love, and my son's father. He needs to know this. We can't go back to how it used to be, and forget everything between us. We cant' be like old friends and try talking. That could have happened seven days after our fight, not seven years. He's changed, I've changed, the world has changed.
"I need to go."
I nod my head as he gathers his coat. He leaves a bill on the table for the coffee and a tip. He gives me one last disappointed glace before he starts off towards the door.
"But biologically he's yours."
He's suddenly standing in front of me, pulling nervously on his sleeves. He's starring at me, and I'm starring at the stain on the table from the coffee. It didn't go as badly as I expected. Now I just need to tell Donnie that. I don't think he'll react quite as calmly. Although I really haven't seen Carter react yet either.
"What?"
I look up at him, pushing my hair behind my ears. God he's handsome. I never noticed it before. The features of his face have been outlined with age, his hair is starting to sport a few grey stands. His eyes, his eyes always were able to pull me in. No. Stop it. He's not yours. He's married. He's off happy with some blonde. Leave him alone. You've got such a great thing. Let things be.
"He's biologically yours. But you are as much of a father to him as my father was to me. I don't want you in his life."
Its my turn to leave. I stand up, leaving him spellbound, staring at me. Its my turn to make an attempt out the door, and I'm actually successful. The cold wind bites me in the face, and I start back toward my home and my sick son. I don't make it half a block before I'm violently grabbed, the attacker well known to me. A shot of pain flows through my arm and reaches my head. I push him away.
"Its not your choice to make."
I turn back around heading toward the L. I know this isn't the end. I know he's going to follow me. I know I'm going to lose custody of him if he chooses to try. God, it would have all been so much easier seven years ago.
"It is my choice! You fucking ran away!"
I start a quicker pace and realize he's not following me anymore. I turn around gently and see he's standing in the same spot where I left him. I almost break out into a run toward the L steps. I need to get away from him. I want to be with my son and no one else. I don't need anyone else to be happy. I need my baby, that's all.
I lie with my arm protectively covering Tayte's body. I got home and I just couldn't focus, everything that just happened blurred together. I decided to lie down with Tayte, he's still got a fever, but he's able to eat. My poor baby, I hate seeing him sick. I wish I could take everything away from him, and have him live a sheltered, painless life. I know that's not possible, but I wish it was. I pull him even closer to me, he's snoring slightly, he definitely has a cold. I push the strands of brown hair away from his eyes. He needs to get that cut. He looks like the spitting image of Eric at this age. I put my head back down on the pillow, my neck and back are killing me. My eyes somehow manage to close, I doubt I'll fall asleep. Sleep hasn't been nice to me. If I do want to sleep, I need to work. And when I need to work, I want to sleep. It's not fair. At all. I hear a soft knocking at the door. It's probably Donnie. He forgets his keys every other day. I seriously need to super glue those damn things to him.
I start to get up, of course it doesn't work that way. Tayte grabs onto my arm and doesn't let go. Damn you, you little monster. I swear to god, Tayte, in twenty years when you're president, you're paying my chiropractic bill. I pull him into my arms and he wraps his hands around my neck. His head rests on my shoulder. I'm holding him by his legs and butt so he won't fall out of my grasp. I make my way slowly to the door. I have an added burden of about sixty pounds. Donnie knows it takes me forever to get to the door sometimes. I think I should set up a sofa and a coffee machine out there so he's not bored while he waits for me to get to the damn thing.
I hold Tayte close as I turn the first and second locks. I finally manage to open the door and I start to swing it open. Donnie will follow me inside. I take a quick glance back before I turn around. It's not Donnie.
I sit and nervously play with my cup. I mean I got myself into this situation, now I need to get myself out. I can feel his eyes burning through me, but I can't escape from him. He's the one that escaped from me, I'm not going to be like him. I'd do everything opposite of him. I have a good life, I have a man who loves me and a son. Why did he need to show up? I would be much happier if he hadn't ever come back. I run my hands through my hair. I pull on the ends, I would like to pull it all out at this point.
"Abby."
His voice sounds authoritative, almost scary. He shoots me back into reality. He sighs gently, the look of anger and annoyance permanently etched on his face. He fidgets with his watch, probably worth more money than I will ever make in my life. He's changed. I don't think he'll really care anymore. He's probably got a wife and kids somewhere, there's a ring on his finger. I take a deep breath, I have no clue how this going to come out. This is probably the weirdest conversation I've ever had. How do I tell him? How do I break the news to the others? To Donnie? To Carter? To Tayte?
"My son... He's grown up knowing Donnie as his father, and for all I know, Donnie is his father."
He leans back, obviously made angrier by the recent turn of events. I can't tell him. I can get around this, right? I mean a white lie never hurt anyone. I've told him the truth, Donnie is my love, and my son's father. He needs to know this. We can't go back to how it used to be, and forget everything between us. We cant' be like old friends and try talking. That could have happened seven days after our fight, not seven years. He's changed, I've changed, the world has changed.
"I need to go."
I nod my head as he gathers his coat. He leaves a bill on the table for the coffee and a tip. He gives me one last disappointed glace before he starts off towards the door.
"But biologically he's yours."
He's suddenly standing in front of me, pulling nervously on his sleeves. He's starring at me, and I'm starring at the stain on the table from the coffee. It didn't go as badly as I expected. Now I just need to tell Donnie that. I don't think he'll react quite as calmly. Although I really haven't seen Carter react yet either.
"What?"
I look up at him, pushing my hair behind my ears. God he's handsome. I never noticed it before. The features of his face have been outlined with age, his hair is starting to sport a few grey stands. His eyes, his eyes always were able to pull me in. No. Stop it. He's not yours. He's married. He's off happy with some blonde. Leave him alone. You've got such a great thing. Let things be.
"He's biologically yours. But you are as much of a father to him as my father was to me. I don't want you in his life."
Its my turn to leave. I stand up, leaving him spellbound, staring at me. Its my turn to make an attempt out the door, and I'm actually successful. The cold wind bites me in the face, and I start back toward my home and my sick son. I don't make it half a block before I'm violently grabbed, the attacker well known to me. A shot of pain flows through my arm and reaches my head. I push him away.
"Its not your choice to make."
I turn back around heading toward the L. I know this isn't the end. I know he's going to follow me. I know I'm going to lose custody of him if he chooses to try. God, it would have all been so much easier seven years ago.
"It is my choice! You fucking ran away!"
I start a quicker pace and realize he's not following me anymore. I turn around gently and see he's standing in the same spot where I left him. I almost break out into a run toward the L steps. I need to get away from him. I want to be with my son and no one else. I don't need anyone else to be happy. I need my baby, that's all.
I lie with my arm protectively covering Tayte's body. I got home and I just couldn't focus, everything that just happened blurred together. I decided to lie down with Tayte, he's still got a fever, but he's able to eat. My poor baby, I hate seeing him sick. I wish I could take everything away from him, and have him live a sheltered, painless life. I know that's not possible, but I wish it was. I pull him even closer to me, he's snoring slightly, he definitely has a cold. I push the strands of brown hair away from his eyes. He needs to get that cut. He looks like the spitting image of Eric at this age. I put my head back down on the pillow, my neck and back are killing me. My eyes somehow manage to close, I doubt I'll fall asleep. Sleep hasn't been nice to me. If I do want to sleep, I need to work. And when I need to work, I want to sleep. It's not fair. At all. I hear a soft knocking at the door. It's probably Donnie. He forgets his keys every other day. I seriously need to super glue those damn things to him.
I start to get up, of course it doesn't work that way. Tayte grabs onto my arm and doesn't let go. Damn you, you little monster. I swear to god, Tayte, in twenty years when you're president, you're paying my chiropractic bill. I pull him into my arms and he wraps his hands around my neck. His head rests on my shoulder. I'm holding him by his legs and butt so he won't fall out of my grasp. I make my way slowly to the door. I have an added burden of about sixty pounds. Donnie knows it takes me forever to get to the door sometimes. I think I should set up a sofa and a coffee machine out there so he's not bored while he waits for me to get to the damn thing.
I hold Tayte close as I turn the first and second locks. I finally manage to open the door and I start to swing it open. Donnie will follow me inside. I take a quick glance back before I turn around. It's not Donnie.